Now, look, I remember The Rolling Stones "Between the Buttons" album. In fact, it was the first rock album I owned. I even remember that line. But I cannot remember what song it's from to save my life. I still have the album, but I don't have a turntable. It's drivin' me friggin' crazy! And it sounds like Tweed's going out of town for the weekend, so I can't PM his sorry ass.

HELP!!! WHAT DAMNED SONG'S IT FROM???

Sorry about puttin' another music post on the MOAB, but it ain't exactly folk music and the Folk Nazis would probably get pissed if I asked in the dreaded music section. I suppose I could Google up an answer too, but why spoil the fun?

I love you people. You are my family. I have been through a couple rough days and I just want to say sorry for posting a non-bullshit but look what we discovered by doing it... there are more people that come here than say so!Amos- there you go speaking that foreign language again!(What?)

Translation: Hey! Tell this damned kid to quit putting his bubblegum in my ear! Christ! You people act like you've never been on a camel before! Gotta get a better job! I spit in your general direction!

SEMANTICS: different views about the nature of meaning and the proper formulation of a semantic theory. There are roughly three theories about meaning: (i) the denotational theory, (ii) the conceptualist theory, (iii) the pragmatic theory. (i) The denotational theory characterizes the meaning of an expression in terms of the notions reference and truth. The meaning of a sentence can be described by specifying when it is true, the meaning of other expressions can be described by specifying the entity or entities it refers to. Thus, the correspondence between language and the world is taken to be the crucial element of meaning (hence the name correspondence theory of meaning). The denotational theory is typical of logical semantics which is truth conditional and model-theoretic (Montague (1970), Gamut 1991). (ii) The conceptualist theory identifies the meaning of an expression with the concepts or ideas associated with the expression, i.e. with a mental representation of the content of that expression, often making use of decomposition of word meaning. The semantic work which has been done within generative grammar is usually based on a conceptualist theory: Katz-Fodor-semantics, Generative Semantics, and Conceptual Structure (Jackendoff 1983). (iii) the pragmatic theory identifies the meaning of an expression with the use that is made of it by participants in an interaction. This theory is often named the meaning-is-use theory after Wittgenstein (1953). It is characteristic for those theories in which speech acts play a central role, following Austin (1962). The three approaches need not be incompatible, because they all deal with different aspects of meaning (see Chierchia & McConnell-Ginet 1990).

It is suggested that certain kinds of finite state automata--i.e., recurrent neural networks|are likely to have sufficient computational power, and the necessary generalization capability, to serve as models for the processing and acquisition of linguistic structure. These arguments are further corroborated by a number of computer simulations, demonstrating that recurrent connectionist models are able to learn complex recursive regularities and have powerful generalization abilities. Importantly, the performance evinced by the networks are comparable with observed human behavior on similar aspects of language. Moreover, an evolutionary account is provided, advocating a learning and processing based explanation of the origin and subsequent phylogenetic development of language. This view construes language as a nonobligate symbiant, arguing that language has evolved to fit human learning and processing mechanisms, rather than vice versa. As such, this perspective promises to explain linguistic universals in functional terms, and motivates an account of language acquisition which incorporates innate, but not language-specific constraints on the learning process. The purported poverty of the stimulus is re-appraised in this light, and it is concluded that linguistic structure may be learnable by bottom-up statistical learning models, such as, connectionist neural networks.

If you prove to me that you want to read the whole thing instead of this abstract, I'll provide you with the name of a competent psychiatrist.

I am not sure I agree with that, and I am pretty sure I do not. For one thing, it has always seemed easier to model thought than it ever turns out to be in actual practice. That's because the people constructing the hypothesis are orders of magnitude better at it than the boxes inside their hypothetical scenarios.

You mean I can say (I'll encode these to protect innocent ears/eyes) stuff like "Stick your adarinazt up your pereat and rotate for a while on it" or "Holy reawqqe, Batman! Will you look at the size of her mdytrxca!" but I can't say what you said I said?

Why, Bee-Dubya? Did you think I'd written something filthy and shameful? I'm shocked! Yes! Shocked and disgusted that you'd think that I'd deviate so far from decency as to say something like pormquit or vgaraptry or even discuss mebnrtypot in public! That I'd tell someone to "go rewcb themselves until they turn blue and fall over" or to "blkced their pofrestart 'til it turns grey and falls off"! Shocked and, yes, a little bit awed at such presumption!

I suppose Rap's talking about dual use of the decoder ring - my using it to decode while the young lady is still using it for labial adornment. I guess I neglected to mention that the ring was forcefully removed from my finger by Torpid Trixie while her boyfriend, Braindead Fred, offered to rearrange my face if I complained about it. So all I've gotta do to use the decoder ring is get Trixie off the back of Braindead's Harley, force her into a compromising position and turn the bezels on the decoder ring while Freddie looks on in mild amusement. Yeah, right! You come try it!

Smoke billows from my cigarette. I scratch my head just thinking about it. I rub my nose in hopes of prose, while the dog knaws on a T-bone. Perfection, reflection, rejection , billows and pillows, you silly nilly.

Chorus: I can't stop now, I'm on a roll to no-where I can't stop now I'm on a roll to no-where....

Blades of grass up your ass-ume not, For you could be fooled by things that you could possibly understand You silly nilly You crazy goose, must be, just as loose as your sister, You must have missed her when she set out on that hyway for freedom.

Chorus:

Shouldn't slow down now, Must make the journey last until the lines run out. Talking all night till the rooster crows Crazy rooster crows all night anyway. It's between the soil and the sun, which way to run. It beckons me toward the south with a western movement of the eastern belief, toward the northern exposure.

Chorus:

Must be some kind of dream catcher Full of rye bread that bakes up brown With bits of rust and diamonds of lust. That's a pretty tough crust. See the waves of wind rushing up your legs, All around your stomach, between your eye lashes Then flashes.... Color exuberant, color abundant, color emollient, color translucent.

I heard a rumor that I couldn't believe, unless I heard it straight from your mouth. Cut the bull, go for the gusto, reach for the bell, go to hell, time will tell- Rain fell. I buy- you sell.

Fly

He gave me an answer that I didn't want to hear, all it is, is, afraid of fear. Lonely can be alone as well. Fall down, get up, feed the cat, go to bed, watch tv, radio won't tune into my favorite radio station, it leaves a film in my mouth.

Fly

Said he didn't know how to tell me that he chooses his direction with the direction the wind blows. And the wind was blowing real strong that day. Lifting him up from the ground- moving him around. New direction that he found.

Fly

So I can respect that the wind blows, his feet goes, movin' down the hyway of life. Leaving behind a wind-whipped, half-flipped lonely alone me, again. So I trip to the voices inside my head and...

1. At the risk of saying things I don't mean, at the risk of losing you. I blame my success on the booze that I drink and the party woman that I am.

2. I can get away with a lot of shit, when I party until the dawn. I can keep up with the rest of you clowns when I'm high off the ground.

3. I dance, I drink, I sing to the flowers. I piss in the field like a man. I can stumble and slur and fall down if I want. I can get out of control.

4. Pass me that bottle of whiskey my friend and give me a shot of tequilla. I want to get high to forget about life, if only for awhile.

5. The life of the party is my aim tonight. I am only as big as I seem. I can drink like the boys out on the town and come back to my head in the morning.

6. Let's laugh and dance through the night like there is no tommorrow and see what it feels like to sing. Pass me another glass of gin and tonic I'm puttin' on my party grin.

7. I am the drunkin' woman you see. I am the party queen that's right. I don't give a damn what will come of me as long as I'm free tonight.

8. So come on over to have a few, slide right up next to me. We can laugh and sing and fall over drunk, it really doesn't matter you see.

9. The party woman is out on the town, I'm heading for the nearest bar. So let me do my thing tonight and I won't drive my car.

Chorus; Living the life of a party woman. Blind to what ever I do. I can't think of problems that haunt me now, cuz' I'm workin' at just gettin' through. So don't get in my way, 'cuz I'm on a mission, I want to feel numb in my head. And when I am done and my head is spinning, I just want to fall in my bed. So leave me alone, let me party all night... let me party till the break of dawn. and if I can't make it to my house, I'll just sleep it off on the lawn. I'm livin' the life of a party woman

Blowing smoke into the smoky room, fills the sky and drifts away like a random thought.The Goddess within can hear it all. She stoops and listens carefully.She didn't want to miss anything. She thought she heard a giggle but missed the punchline.I will help you if you let me.You will help yourself if you let you.She was in the gray zone, she could walk through the mirror if she wanted.The smoke filled the room and she lit another cigarette.She's stronger than she knows, she is. She just has to look into the other side of the mirror. Walk right in there, she thought. Take a look inside the inside.The goddess was revealed just thinking about it.The thought drifted with the smoke and twirled around the giggle. Than she remembered, she did get the punchline.

Geez, RR, I'm awed by your overloaded working (and I would give you a post of silence, but as this is my first post to the thread I feel I should say something)

And...I would like to announce...That I have now read the ENTIRE MOAB thread....in one month.

AND I AM IMPRESSED

In fact, after the first ten posts I knew that MOAB would be a worthy cause to dedicate my evenings to. And I was right. Thanks! Should I confess, I have never seen anything with Shatner in it? Or that I think Amos is the most lucid, intelligible and understandable of the lot of you?

Roll on M3K!

If you'll excuse me, I have to go sleep now. And then get a job to pay off this darned internet bill...

Well, I am was rather tired at the time. But I stand my my statement that the double-talk of Amos is far easier to understand than the long posts by Rapaire, RR's poetry or that strange dialect adopted by Tweed.

WHAT long posts? And you can understand Amos? Why, his erudition is polysyllabic!

Not knowing what you were, I carefully used the androgynous "s/he" quasi-pronoun.

Welcome, but you might be in a sorry state of sanity if you stick around MOAB long enough. No, wait, she's read the whole thing. The WHOLE THING! May I suggest, respectfully and respectively, that she be awarded an FQ? Or that perhaps The King can make a special award of merit? Perhaps she could be named BS Archivist Extraordinaire?

You've never seen Shatner!~!!!!! Oh, the humanity! Shlio, my dear, William Shatner played the legendary "Captain Kirk" in the original Star Trek series in the late 60's. He then played Kirk in a series of feature films that followed, and became a regular visitor at Star Trek conventions of crazed "Trekkie" fans, from the 70's to the present day. He also did a stint in a dreadfully mediocre cop show called "T.J.Hooker". It's embarrassing. He has also recorded some of the most...um...unique renditions of classic songs ever heard such as: "Mr Tambourine Man" and "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds". You HAVE to hear these cuts! Look him up on Google or go to WilliamShatner.com and get the full story. He's also Canadian! ("O, Canada....") He is Canada's secret weapon with which we intend to conquer the World. There is nothing anyone can say about William Shatner which will fully prepare you for the awe and wonder of the real thing.

Attention, Shlio! You have now reached the Event Horizon of BS. You will soon find yourself being sucked deeper and deeper into the Heart of BS. Don't fight it. There is no escape. The MOAB will suck all the BS out of you. You will have no interest in posting to other threads because the call of the MOAB will become the only thing you hear.

Hi Shilo, Welcome to Moab. I am truely impressed with you! You have managed to do what few will admit to. Read 2090 posts of almost pure bullshit. I agree that you should be dubbed BS Archivist Extraordinaire or something like it.

How to make egg tempra...Break an egg.Let the slimy white run through your hands and save the yolk.Use your T-shirt or whatever you have handy to dry the yolk off as best you can.Pierce the yolk and sqeeze everything you can from the thin outer membrane.Mix with water and dry pigment.Paint a pretty picture on a funky looking piece of wood.

Bee-Dubya, Those cakes have some funky shit in them are they really a food stuff or something to polish my car tires with?

Yer right, RR, those cakes do have some funky shit in 'em. My wife brung 'em home from her brother-in-law's house (he ain't my damn brother-in-law). Anyways, the package is unopened and purty damned likely to stay that way. But it looks sorta cute sittin' in the referigertatorreefrigertooter ice box.

I thought I would have to put an end to this Shatner idolization thing going on so I asked him to come to my house for an interview and he graciously accepted. He asked me what would be our main subject of the interview and I told him it would be Shatnerized potty strips and he said and I quote, "That's a subject I can get wrapped up in. I will be there with rings on my fingers and bells on my toes and a bone in my nose-ho-ho."If anyone wants to join, Bill will be here on Feb.19th 2004 10:00 Central. Pm for directions. After the interview refreshments of Kool-aid and Bee-Dubya-ell's pancakes, will be served.